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21. Guilt

He held her close to him, in his arms as they both sat on the sofa. She had been crying softly and still her small sobs weren't ceasing. Her whole form was shaking with her little hiccups as she was wearing one of his shirts that reached her mid thighs.

When he had demanded to know the reasons, she had started to cry and wasn't even stopping yet now her sobs alleviated to tiny hiccups as he waited patiently.

"What happened, Roshanay?" he asked, tracing her brows with his thumb.

Her drenched lashes opened and revealed her amber eyes to him.

"I'm v-very scared," she muttered at last, "Very scared,"

"Of what?" His voice was soft.

She looked down and scooted away from him so there was space between them. Looking up and down at him with fear in her eyes, she found it hard to utter the words. The words of truth.

'That I was a prostitute'

These words were at the tip of her tongue but she didn't have enough courage to utter these.

Her body, badly beaten and a hole in her head due to the bulle
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